Sometimes when it is 94 degrees out and your 83 year old house does not have air conditioning, you gotta do what you gotta do. So it was a week and a half ago. I had no choice. We went to the duck pond.
Did you know that when it's 94 degrees out, the only breeze in town is at the duck pond in Smithville? Stepping out of the car was like stepping into another much more wonderful climate that day. The kids and I headed out to the gazebo where they both spent some quarters on handfuls of duck food. A breeze--the only one in town--galloped through the fountain mist, and I decided I would just not think about the vast quantities of duck manure at the bottom of the pond--and by association, in the refreshing fountain mist. It felt wonderful.
You should know that I am a pathologically messy ice cream eater. One time the Husb and I went out for soft serve with friends--all of us grown up people who have eaten before--and before we were done, I had ice cream on every article of clothing I was wearing, including my shoes, as well as in my hair. This all just makes the fact that this time at the duck pond there were no drips at all anywhere and it was hot enough to cook stuff on the ground even more amazing. Well, I was amazed. It was delicious. Two chocolates and a mint chocolate chip.
The shop with the ice cream also happens to have a produce booth, where I took the peach photo above.
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